Mere, New York City, old enough to know better. Sort of a personal blog, sort of a fandom/music blog, sort of a god knows what blog, but whatever it is I am pretty scrupulous about tagging because we all have that shit we'd rather light ourselves on fire than see another post about.

 

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eppiesue:

thefleetstreetvicomte:

thefleetstreetvicomte:

inallyourfantasies:

Apparently Judi Dench got bored one day and they created a Les Mis barricade character for her in May 2004 for just one performance.

Holy shit that must have been hilarious to see.

Here’s…

(Source: thesecretyouknow)

dances-withhipsters:

resubee:

Thor the passive aggressive roommate.

IF THOU CANNOT FLUSH AFTER USING THE TOILET, YOU DO NOT DESERVE TO USE IT AT ALL.

dubiousculturalartifact:

saltpetres:

i want a good omens movie but it has to be perfect and it won’t be therefore i do not want a good omens movie

The Good Omens movie is announced.

Neil Gaiman publicly states his approval with every aspect of the movie, and stresses how true it is to the book, how thoroughly it does it justice.

So does Terry Pratchett.

It has an absolutely perfect cast.

The director is an even better choice.

All promotional material looks wonderful.

A release date is set.

The trailer is incredible.

The premiere is a very exclusive event.

All early reviews come in positive.

Fans wait patiently in giant lines for a chance to be the first into the theatre for the midnight screenings.

They file into their seats.

They wait through the previews.

"Now: Our Feature Presentation" scrolls across the screen.

The screen goes black.

The Best of Queen begins to play.

In its entirety.

Twice.

In glorious surround sound.